Chapter Three:

"The meaning of the Cuts"

Ryunosuke: Hi Everyone, this is my third chapter!!! I've been busy lately, very sorry... But I promise I'll make the chapters longer, and write at least once every 2 weeks! Just keep the reviews coming, and I'll keep writing. 'Cause that's how I basically get inspired! Well, anyway, I'll get on with the story. And I'm also gonna try out this new style of writing, so please don't get confused, or flame me for it... Well, anyway, I'll shut up and write now.

Michel explained about the Witch of Fear. She stalks people, mostly humans, and witches. She strikes at any time there alone, and probably wont expect it. Her appearance on Michel's computer was a young girl, about the age of 14, maybe 15. She had silver hair, with white and baby blue highlights. The bangs were down to the middle of her cheeks, but put off to the sides of her face. Her face was pale, more than Amon's. Her eyes, crystal blue that faded into a silver pupal. Her lips were light pink, with the colour of frost glazing upon them. She had rags for clothes, mostly the colour gray for the over-coat, and dark red for the normal shirt... Her gloves gut off at the fingers. They were also, dark red. But slightly darker than her shirt. She had black seekers, with white, ripped up laces that weren't tied., they turned grayish from all the dirt.

Amon was the first (besides Michel) to read all the information displayed on the computer he was using in the STN-J computer room. The rest, including Robin, soon finished.

Though, for the first time, Amon was the one to mutter something. The rest were speechless because they never seen such a young girl of her age, so beautiful, but poor.

"So, we're dealing with a seed."

"No." Mumbled Michel. He sighed, and paused before he began to tell her story. " She was adopted when she was only two weeks old. Her parents were young... At least around the ages of 16 and 18. She knew she was adopted, she pretended she never knew. Her appearance was so different from the ones that adopted her. Her real name was Taka Sumatchuri. The two that adopted her changed her last name to Hakasumi. She needed to know about her real parents. So Taka asked why she didn't look like neither one of them at the age of eight and a half. And they told her. They told her that she was adopted, and on that day, a year later, her mother died. She was in a car accident, she was driving in a hail storm, the ice broke her window in the front, and the glass shattered. Bits flew into both her eyes, and all that was seen from her were the colour crimson. While Taka and her father were at home, Taka's mother was in a coma for about four hours before she passed on. On the day when they put her body in a casket, and put her six feet into the ground, Taka's father had taken pills a few hours earlier, hoping that maybe he wouldn't show any signs of depression. Each day he kept taking these pills. It became an obsession. He would go mad... So crazy, that Taka would hide in her bedroom closet for long periods of time. He took the pills every hour... And then he started abusing Taka so much, that she couldn't take it anymore... She finally told the police when she was about thirteen and her father showed no signs that he was sick, or addicted to pills. The police didn't believe Taka. They searched her father, and the whole house... They didn't find anything. She got into this horrible fight with her father when she threw a chair at him because he wouldn't leave her alone. She was thrown out, in the middle of December, in the cold, snow. She returned, being for warmth. He said no... The next day he was found dead, frozen dead."

"So she killed him..." Said Robbin.

"That's... Certainly the most saddest and horrible thing I've ever heard..." Said Haruto... His head was facing the floor... Like he wanted to cry... And he pulled his fist up, and punched down on the computer desk. Karasuma, who sat next to him, coffee shook and tipped over and spilled. She would of yelled at him... But she didn't yell at the messy haired boy this time. She knew he was really not in the mood. And maybe would have yelled back.

"I'll clean it up." Whispered Karasuma.

"Lets begin our hunt now. Maybe we can save her." Said Robin.

"... And how can we do that? The last place she was seen was when she used her powers to make a sharp stake of ice, and stabbed it through the heart of a young boy because he tried to pick on her. And she used her mind to make a thick sheet of layered ice in the shape of his body... With his corpse in it." Described Michel.

"Maybe we could just ride around, and meet where she attacked the poor boy." Suggested Dojima.

"...Pointless..." Mumbled a voice.

" What do you mean pointless Amon? My idea was good... Wasn't it?"

"Did you see the storm out there... ? We'll never be able to find anything out."

Dojima closed her hands together, and put them down on her lap. She felt it was a stupid idea now... Though, it didn't seem like it at the time. Though, Haruto convinced that they should go check it out anyway.

It wasn't really a long ride there... About 15 minutes since there wasn't any traffic. Five of them on a hunt. Robin and Amon in Amon's car, with Dojima in the back. And Haruto driving his motorcycle while Miss. Karasuma was in the back holding on to him for dear life screaming to him "SLOW DOWN!" And "STOP DAMNIT!". But all Haruto hurd was a whisper coming from her, since the bike was so loud. He laughed when he hurd her swear. Neither of them with helmets on, maybe that's why she was shaking like hell, not from the coldness of December.

'We searched the area.... Nothing... Would we ever find this witch? Would we ever bring her peace?' Thought Haruto

Amon decided that it was time to go. He offered to give them all a ride, but Haruto wanted alone time to think. So he stayed on his bike. Amon first dropped Dojima off. Then Karasuma. Robin lived furthest away. After a long time of her staring at his cuts, the car hit a bump, and she looked away. She was finally home. "Thank you Amon." Said Robin, and shut the door. She didn't close it tight enough, so she opened it again, and shut it a little harder.

She didn't bother waving goodbye, she knew Amon wouldn't wave back anyway. 'Why does he have such a cocky attitude?' Robin reached for her key in her pocket, and then discovered that the door was unlocked, so she just dropped the key back down in her pocket before even getting to take her hand out. Touko was sitting on a light brown chair. Her legs crossed, and she was watching t.v. and drinking coffee.

"Oh hello Robin. Didn't see you come in. How was work?"

"Same as usual"

Robin scanned Touko's legs, from across the room, since she was wearing a mini skirt, suspecting that maybe she didn't cut herself, and maybe Amon had something to do with it. Just as she suspected, no cuts at all.

Later that night, after she knew Touko was asleep in her room. Robin searched the garbage for any signs of razors or knives, or anything sharp. Bingo! She found a small butcher knife... About the length of a school text book. And the tips were covered in the colour of crimson. "So... She was the one to cut Amon... And that's why he didn't want to talk about it... It's his ex!"

Ryunosuke: Okay! How do you all think? Review please, and I'll update tomorrow... I don't like how this chapter ended... But oh well... Is this long enough to fill the void?

Dojima: Finally! You put me in!

Ryunosuke: That's just 'Cause you kept nagging me too..

Dojima: What was that?!

Ryunosuke: Nothing. ::Gulp::

Amon: I knew she was the one who cut me!

Ryunosuke: Really now...? I wonder why... --;; ... Well, anyway, please review, and I'll update!